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Mar 2018
People flee from Venezuela and poison gas is used to make new political alliances in Syria. Were the old dictators so bad? The world has become an unbridled mess, this I must confess. I really can't stand to watch the news anymore. There is little positive news, I think we should just sing the Blues. Then perhaps we would all feel better about ourselves. One group wants to help billionaires and the other says they care as they open up our borders and loot your bank account. Was it those on the left or the ones on the right, I think it changes over night. Now who the hell cares anyway. I am not sure how much longer I may be around, as much as I try to keep my feet on the ground, the Earth keeps shifting beneath my feet. So I will keep trying to turn my smile into a frown, for I have no more words to expound except to ask why the world is upside down?
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
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